“I am Carpathian,” he reiterated patiently. “I am of the earth. We have existed from the beginning of time. We are of the soil, the wind, the water, and the sky. Our powers are great, but we have limitations, too. You have not become vampire, a wanton destroyer. You have become like me, like my people. As I told you, only a handful of humans can become as we are. Most die or become deranged and must be destroyed. I tell you this not to alarm you but to help you to understand that I do not mean you harm.”
Alexandria was silent, studying his face. Physically he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He exuded masculinity and power. Yet always that danger lurked beneath the surface, and it was that she was afraid of. Should she believe him? Could she?
The hard line of his mouth softened, his amber eyes warming to molten gold. “Do not worry about it this moment, cara. Get to know me better before you attempt to make such a judgment.” His hand brushed the length of her hair, a touch of his fingertips, no more, yet she felt it in the pit of her stomach, in the nape of her neck, on every inch of her skin. “A truce, Alexandria, for this night with your brother, while you heal and grow stronger.”
She nodded mutely, afraid to trust her voice. She was both repelled by and drawn to Aidan. She felt safe, and yet she knew she was in danger. But for the moment she would try to put aside her fears, her suspicions, and simply enjoy her time with Joshua.
Aidan smiled. It was the first real smile she had seen on his face. It warmed his eyes and stole her breath. There was something very sexy about it that made Alexandria even more afraid. She had never had to fight her own feelings before.
“The door is in front of you,” he said.
She turned her head slightly so that she could keep an eye on him even as she observed the basement door. “Any tricks up your sleeve? A secret password?”
“Turning the knob will do it.”
“How very mundane.” Alexandria reached for the doorknob at the same time he did. His arm curved around her, bringing their bodies close so that she smelled his clean, masculine scent and felt the heat of him right through their clothes. Hastily she dropped her hand. As he opened the door, she could have sworn she heard soft, taunting laughter in her ear. When she turned to glare at him, his face was all innocence.
Alexandria refrained from kicking his shins and with great dignity walked into the brightly lit kitchen, proud of her self-control.
Aidan leaned close as he trailed behind her. “I can read your mind, cara.” His voice was teasing, velvety, sliding over her skin like the touch of his fingers, fanning flames she hadn’t known existed.
“Don’t brag about it, Mr. Savage. What a great name for you, by the way. Savage. It suits you.”
“If you do not call me Aidan, I am going to have some explaining to do to Joshua. That boy is very smart, you know.”
She laughed softly. “And you said you had no imagination. I can’t wait to hear what you come up with.”
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Chapter Six
The kitchen was huge, larger than the entire suite of rooms Alexandria had rented for Joshua and herself at the boarding-house. It was beautiful, all windows opening out onto a huge garden. Plants hung everywhere, healthy and green, and the tiled floor was spotless. She turned around in a full circle, trying to take in everything at once. “This is so beautiful.”
“We have a microwave in case you take a notion to cook something, and the garbage disposal works quite well.”
“Very funny. I’ll have you know I can cook.”
“So Joshua assured me—I believe it was when he was devouring Marie’s cookies.”
“So she bakes, too. I don’t know if I’ll be able to stand such a paragon of virtue.” Alexandria made a face. “I suppose she’s the one responsible for cleaning this showplace? What can’t she do?”